"Elizabeth! Mary! You're back! Looking at Princess Elizabeth and Princess Mary, who were riding over on horseback, Edward sat on his horse and made a knightly salute.

"Edward, you can! It's hard to get into politics soon, it's really gratifying! ”

Elizabeth rode up to Edward's side, looked Edward up and down, and couldn't help but say.

"But how is your health during my absence? Can you afford the tiresome government affairs now? ”

Looking at Elizabeth's mocking look, Edward didn't explain much, just pouted indifferently.

Looking at Edward's adult face, Elizabeth felt like she was about to explode, and it was time to teach him a lesson.

Just as she wanted to wave her hand, she squinted and saw that there was her sister Mary behind her, and she suddenly trembled and sat up again.

"Good day, Sister Mary!" Edward greeted Princess Mary, who had come at the end.

When Princess Mary was young, she was favored by Henry VIII and was once named the Prince of Wales, the title of crown prince, but the good times did not last long, and as Mary grew up, her parents' marriage gradually fell into crisis.

With no male heir, Henry VIII was anxious to marry another wife.

In 1525, Henry VIII decided that Catherine could not bear him a male heir, and had an affair with the lady-in-waiting, Anne Boleyn, also known as Ann Boleyn.

Henry VIII decided to divorce Catherine, but Catherine insisted that she was queen and refused to divorce Henry VIII. So Henry VIII expelled Catherine from the palace.

In the end, Henry VIII divorced Catherine on charges of fornication and imprisoned her. This is also the original intention of Henry VIII to launch the Reformation, which was to divorce Catherine.

And her status plummeted, from the crown prince to an illegitimate daughter.

Although Anne. Boleyn was Elizabeth's mother, but Mary treated her like a sister and did not abuse her.

So for this older sister, Elizabeth was in awe.

"Edward, your body seems to be recovering well! It's a real delight! ”

Mary said with a sigh on her face, her body is the same as Edward, she has been riddled with diseases since she was a child, and it is very hard.

Only Elizabeth is in good health, and she has been the king for the longest time and lived the longest in history.

This time, she and Elizabeth went to the monastery to pray for blessings, just for her own body and Edward's body, and she stayed sincerely for most of the year.

"Yes, Sister Mary, why don't you run like me every day! Your body will definitely be fine! ”

"Really? But wouldn't that ......?"

Seeing the hesitation on Princess Mary's face, Edward knew what she was thinking, after all, she was a Catholic and could not be unscrupulous.

"It's okay! Otherwise, you come here every day to ride a horse, and nothing here will know. ”

"Yes!" Seeing that Edward had been thinking about herself, Princess Mary was a little embarrassed to refuse, so she could only nod softly.

No one thought that Queen Mary, who would be known as Bloody Mary in the future, would still be a shy girl.

"That's it! Let's ride horses together! It's been a long time since my father left, and we haven't ridden together! Drive-"

After speaking, Edward lightly whipped Arthur, and then the whole person ran forward quickly.

"Ahh

Princess Mary glanced at the two of them running away, and slowly sandwiched the big yellow horse under her buttocks, and followed.

……………… The dividing line of all evil..................

At this time, in front of a luxurious villa in London, a wealthy area, there were various horse-drawn carriages parked one after another, although the colors were different, but their unified feature was that all of them were inlaid with gold, gems or silver. A horse-drawn carriage is worth the lifetime income of a middle-class family.

As the saying goes, there are nobles in talking and laughing, and there is no white ding.

Tea from the East, fat cow from Europa, honey, and white bread are neatly arranged on the table, and guests can hold them at will.

Dozens of young girls dressed as maids served with smiles on their faces, and their kind smiles could sweeten everyone.

This is the London Home Rule Council Councillor Cromwell. Smith's banquet scene.

Cromwell was one of the most prominent merchants in London, relying on the most lucrative salt business, and his fortune snowballed, and his net worth was a secret throughout London.

But rumors circulated among the people that he may already have a net worth of 100,000 pounds, and that a quarter of the salt in London was provided by his family, and according to legend, the Smith family's salt had been sold to Ukraine.

However, the strongest proof of this is that Edward's father, Henry VIII, had borrowed money from the Smith family.

The reason everyone is here today is that Cromwell's grandson is 10th birthday, so the Smith family has a big feast.

Outside, Cromwell's son, Cromwell Jr., entertained guests from all walks of life, and it was very lively.

At the same time, the main member, Congressman Cromwell, entertained important guests in his private conference room.

"Gentlemen, what do you mean when you say that the little king will make us up twenty thousand pounds?"

A middle-aged man with yellow wavy hair asked in a loud voice, holding a thick cigar in his mouth.

Cromwell glanced at Huang Mao when he heard this, this is the coal tycoon John. Thomas, he supplied almost all of London's coal.

"I guess this is the little king who has no money, haven't you heard that he has taken out all the money from the royal family!"

A middle-aged man with black hair, some fat, and a full face sat in a chair and sneered, his words full of disdain.

This is the shareholder who worked with Cromwell in the salt business, Bruno. Adam, with hundreds of people under his hands, is a ruthless man.

"We are all their fat sheep, and when they are short of money, they come to us!"

"This time it's even more excessive, if you borrow money, it's just that, but they want us to give for free!"

"There's nothing more extraordinary in the world! My Mr. Smith, what do you say! ”

The one who kept muttering was the famous wool exporter in London, Fitch. Kadir, although he is only in his twenties now, looks stunned, but there is no simple one who can sit.

As soon as he spoke, he pushed to Cromwell. Smith still pretended to be innocent.

Seeing that everyone's eyes turned to him, old Cromwell knew that he couldn't be a quiet beautiful man.

"It's about the same thing as Mr. Adam, the little king is worried about the money in our pockets!"